In North Yankton, there was a daycare that Blake used to be in.

It was called Little Hands and Feet Daycare. Carter and Macey decided to put their daughter in that special place, as they both have 'normal jobs' to support each other.

"Ahhhh! I want my Mommy and Daddy!"

Five year old Blake screamed as tears were streaming down her cheeks. The classroom that she was enrolled in was a complete disaster. Blake started throwing this anger fit in class, as she was only left there for four hours. After nap time, she immediately thought her parents were here and that's when she started this anger attitude.

The kids were cowering with the teacher as Blake went around the classroom, showing her anger. She was breaking crayons, pushing chairs off the tables, ripping the children's drawings from off of the wall. She was breathing in and out rapidly and deeply, until she fallen down on the circle time rug, landing on her back. She had her fists balled up as she slammed her hands and started kicking her legs around, crying out loud.

"I want my Mommy and Daddy!" Blake cried. "I hate this place!"

Suddenly, the door to Blake's preschool class opened as Michael and Trevor noticed Blake on the circle time rug, crying out for help. They also see the small kids with the teacher in a corner away from the dark haired child.

"Wow, what a bunch of pussies,"

"T, we're in a daycare," Michael warned. "Watch your mouth,"

Blake was now curled in a ball, as her anger stopped boiling and she went straight to crying.

"Mommy, Daddy," Blake cried softly.

Michael and Trevor walked towards her, as they stood on their knees, behind the small child. Michael touched her shoulder as her left hand slapped his hand back.

"Here, let me try," Trevor suggested.

He picked up his niece as she screamed and cried out for help, while kicking her feet against his chest, hoping that he will let go.

Once Trevor got a complete hold of his niece, she slowly opened her turquoise blue eyes to see her two uncles.

"Uncle Mikey," Blake softly cried. "Uncle T,"

Her eyes widened as she looked around the classroom.

"Where's Mommy and Daddy?"

"Aww, don't worry, Blake," Trevor said, holding her close to him. "Mommy's on her way,"

"Hey, T, let me hold her," Michael suggested.

"She probably doesn't want you to touch her,"

Blake removed her head from Trevor's right shoulder, before having her small arms out to him. Michael smiled as he taken Blake out of Trevor's grip, and held onto his niece in a soothingly and fatherly way.

"Uncle Mikey," Blake said his name softly.

"It's alright, Blake," Michael said soothingly. "Uncle T and I are here,"

Blake looked to see her mother, Macey Rose running towards her and her uncles.

"Mommy!" Blake said happily, having her small arms out.

"Give me my baby!" Macey ran towards the two men as Michael gave Blake to the red haired mother. Macey held onto her tightly, as her hand was soothingly touching her shoulder length black hair. "My baby, what happened?"

"I miss you, Mommy,"

"I miss you too, baby," Macey replied, before placing a loving kiss on the side of her forehead.

She turned to face the cowering students, as the teacher walked towards the red haired mother. "I'm sorry, I promise you that this won't happen again,"

"I'm afraid it won't happen again in my classroom," the teacher said crossing her arms. "Your daughter is out of control and she nearly bit three of my children today,"

"But, this is nothing like my daughter, Blakesleigh to have, please give her another chance," Macey begged.

"I'm sorry, Miss Rose, but in order for us to run a healthy and safe daycare. Blakesleigh needs to learn how to control herself around other people her age,"

"So, you're saying that you ain't gonna give Blake another chance," Michael asked.

"Your fuckin' kicking her out of this dump?!" Trevor asked.

"Language, Mr. Phillips," the teacher warned.

"Well, fuck you bitch, and fuck this fuckin' daycare!" Trevor hissed, before leaving the classroom.

Blake was sitting down at her desk in her french class, as she was staring down at her iFruit phone, looking at the email address to her Uncle Brad who was in the Bolingbroke Penitentiary right now. She tapped the email address as it lead straight to her email.

She taken a deep breath and started tapping the keyboard on her iFruit phone.

Hi, Uncle Brad,

This is your niece, Blakesleigh Rose or better known as Blake De Santa now. It has been so long since I have heard from you, until Uncle T told me that you were in jail. I hope that you haven't forgotten all about me, since I used to be the sweet and innocent six year old girl, before you went on your big heist. Today, I'm with my Uncle Michael as he is raising me here in Los Santos, since I left my Mom, Macey Rose behind. Here's a picture of me if you want to know what I look like.

Blake taken a quick picture of herself in her french class with the deuces sign.

I love you forever, Uncle B,

Blake De Santa,

She hit send as she heard the bell ringing for next class to start.

"Bonjour, classe," the french teacher greeted the class as she walked in her classroom.

"Bonjour, Madame Powers," The whole class greeted her back.

"Well, I hope everyone has study their lesson over the weekend, because you will be…" Mrs. Powers continued, until Blake felt her iFruit phone vibrate on top of her desk. She flipped it over her phone to see that she received an email message from her Uncle Brad.

Hi, Blake,

Of course, I remember you. You're my special little niece, that Carter loved very much. You look more like a young lady now, I can hardly recognize you. You looked almost look like your mother, Macey, but I see more of Carter in you. I'm surprised that you're in Los Santos with your Uncle Michael. Uncle T lives in Sandy Shores, near the Alamo Sea and he writes to me, you know. I hope I get to see you one day. Don't forget about me.

Love you too, Uncle Brad,

Blake stood outside of Rockford Hills Academy, as she waited for her uncle to arrive in his Obey Tailgater to come pick her up. Somehow, he was taking too long. He usually be here in about ten minutes, but he didn't show up.

She sighed before texting him.

'Hey, where are you? You're supposed to be picking me up from school!'

Blake hit send as she watched more students leaving out of the parking lot. Fifteen more minutes went by, as she decided to finally give up on waiting and walk home.

As she walked home, she was listening to her music having her red headphones covering her ears. She was listening to Demons by Imagine Dragons, as she was getting close to the house.

When she finally reaches the house, she opened the doors and place her backpack down on the white couch in the foyer of the house. She removed her headphones, as she can still hear her music playing, before placing her hands to her almost showing love handles.

"Ok, Uncle Michael," Blake announced. "Thanks for leaving me at the school,"

She didn't hear anyone responding to her.

"Hello?" Blake called out, until she noticed her aunt and cousin, Tracey climbing down the stairs.

"Aunt Amanda, Tracey," Blake walked towards them, as they reached the bottom of the stairs.

"What are you doing with those bags,"

"Blake, you might as pack your stuff as well," Tracey suggested. "We're leaving him,"

"What? Leaving who?" Blake asked.

"Your uncle," Amanda replied.

"But… but why? What happened?" Blake asked.

"It's that... Michael and I just needs some time alone, Blake,"

"That's not the real truth, did you fuck that yoga instructor," Blake asked, pointed to Amanda.

"Blake, you sounded like Michael, right there,"

"Dad needs to learn how to grow up, Blake," Tracey said.

"No, he doesn't," Blake rejected. "He's was trying to look out for you, like he did with me,"

"Then, I have a question," Amanda asked. "Why did he leave you behind with that mother of yours. She was rude to me, did you forget?"

"Cause, I didn't know about him faking his own death, until I found a letter from my real daddy, saying that he and Uncle Michael was here," Blake explained. "All my life, I wanted adventure and a family who can love me and what do I get in return? I have an aunt who fucks everyone, especially my chemistry teacher. I have two cousins who were like my brother and sister back in North Yankton, who turned out to be a cheap slut on TV and a pot headed gamer who sounds like a black person,"

"Look here, young lady," Amanda yelled. "You have no right to say that, because this is a family matter and you're not a part of this family,"

"Why are you treating me, like this?" Blake hissed. "I never done anything to you, I stayed out of your way and follow the damn rules. I never wanted to be spoiled, like those animals you called children. Listen, I try to respect you, but you treat me like an outsider, like I was trash,"

"Blake, I would never treat you like that,

"Then, why are you leaving him," Blake asked, once more. "Uncle Michael, why?!"

"Because, I have had it with him, and you're coming with us,"

"Hella fuckin' no!" Blake rejected. She immediately ran outside, until she noticed her uncle's Obey Tailgater parked in the driveway.

Her happiness was growing on the inside.

"Uncle Michael," Blake called out as she ran towards the driver side of the car, to see Jimmy climbing out of the car.

"Hey, Blake,"

"Jimmy?" Blake said confused. "Where's Uncle Michael?"

"Blakesleigh De Santa or Blake Rose, get your ass back here,"

"Oh shit," Blake sweared.

Amanda's anger cooled down as she noticed her son and her husband's black Obey Tailgater in the driveway.

"Jimmy, where's your Dad?" Amanda asked.

"Dad was taken drugs while driving, so I left him behind,"

"That's it, I'm done with him," Amanda hissed, before pointing her finger at her niece. "You're coming with us no matter what,"

"No, I'm not!" Blake hissed at her aunt, before looking up at Jimmy. "That doesn't sound like him. He would never do that! Quit fuckin' lying, your the one who was taken drugs and you made him do it,"

"I haven't taken any drugs," Jimmy lied. "She's just lying, so she wouldn't get into trouble,"

"Why are you lying so fucking much?" Blake asked. "You tried to sell my bike and now this is most shittist thing that you ever done,"

"Stay out of my fucking business and my fucking life, bitch,"

"Who are you calling a bitch, fat asshole?!" Blake pushed him.

"I did, bitch," Jimmy pushed her onto the ground.

"Y'know what," Blake said not looking up, as she slowly got up off the ground. "I have had it. Everytime, when I get something I wanted in my life, it gets taken away from me. And it consumes me every day. All my fears and my problems."

Blake finally looked up at everyone. "When I came here, I tried to be the nicest person that people will ever love, but now everybody has changed. But it's getting old. It's getting real old, you fake bitches. So, everyone get it what you have to say to me out of your system now, and SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

"Young lady, what did you just say in front of me?" Amanda hissed, walking towards her niece.

"Uh… what part in particular?"

Amanda raised her hand up in the air.

Blake's eyes widened before she looked at her aunt's hand in the air. She suddenly change into her mother with the red flowing hair and scary big brown eyes when she was angry at her.

"No, Mommy!" Her scared voice echoed through her mind, until...

*SMACK*

Blake's cheek skin came into contact with the right palm of Amanda's hand, once she felt the stinging pain of her aunt slapping her. She was taken back down onto the ground as she laid there in tears.

"Shit, Blake," Tracey sweared.

"Mom, I think you were being too harsh on her," Jimmy said.

"She's needs to learn," Amanda replied. "For God Sakes, she acts like Michael and Trevor sometimes,"

Blake slowly stood on her knees, until her aunt grabbed her wrist, making her teary blue eyes widened once she felt it.

As she looked at Amanda's grip onto her wrist, she didn't know what to do now. She pulled her into her feet as she tried to dragged her back to the house, but Blake was trying to break loose.

"Stop, let me go," Blake cried. "You're hurting me,"

Blake had it.

She couldn't take this stupid shit anymore.

She decided to do it the hard way, that her friend back in Ludendorff, Jade taught her.

Fight back.

Her mouth immediately went straight to Amanda's wrist as she bit down on it, ferociously.

She screamed in agony, as she finally let go of her niece.

Blake turned around to see her cousins running towards their mother, before the dark haired teen decided to punch Jimmy in the stomach. He covered his stomach with his arms, before he received two punches from Blake. One was for his nose and the other was for his left eye.

He was knocked down onto the ground as Blake hover over him, looking at his hurt self.

"You got knocked the fuck out by a little girl, bitch," Blake said in his face. "Gimme the keys to Uncle Michael's car,"

Blake searched his body, until she found them in his left pants pocket. "The payback's a motherfucker, ain't it? Asshole!"

She turned back to Tracey as stood by her mother's side. "You're a fucking bitch to hurt my mom, Blake,"

"Oh yeah, well maybe I should say something about that blemish on your cheek," Blake hissed. "And you look like you gained a few pounds,"

"What? Oh my God! I did?!"

"Yeah, you did, sweet cheeks,"

She immediately went into the driver's side of her Uncle Michael's Obey Tailgater. She rolled down the window and stick her head out, looking at everyone.

"So long, bitches!"

She drove out of the driveway, almost running over Jimmy. She drove down the street as she gotten away from her furious aunt and her two cousins.

Over twenty minutes has passed for Blake, as she adventures out on her own away from her horrible family. She drove her uncle's black Obey Tailgater to a nearby park, as she parked in an legal parking zone.

She was breathing in and out trying to calm down her anger. Her fists was still balled up as she walked through the park. She noticed a large tree that has shade under it, so she decided to set down under it, hoping that the sunlight wouldn't be in her teary red eyes.

Blake had a horrible day so far.

First, she was left behind at school. Second, her Aunt Amanda and her cousins were leaving her Uncle Michael. Third, she got slapped, sending her back to the times where she was scolded by her mother. Fourth, she fought back, by attacking her aunt and her cousin Jimmy. And now, she ran away from her problems, once again.

She had her kneecaps up to her chin, as she hugged her legs. She covered her red face, as she cried softly, hoping that no one can hear her, moping.

"Daddy…" Blake cried. "Where are you, when I needed you the most,"

She felt something hitting the side of her shoe as she looked to see a baseball, next to her left black combat boot. She picked it up as she stood up, before seeing a young little girl who likes she was the tender age of seven. She had on a red hat on, with her blonde hair in a ponytail.

"Is this yours?" Blake asked the little girl.

"Yeah, me and Dad were playing catch," The little girl replied, before Blake smiled and handing her the ball. "Thank you, and I love the colors in your hair. It's very pretty,"

She ran back towards her Dad as Blake was wide-eyed from the little girl's compliment.

"I'm… I'm pretty,"

Nobody has never called her that before.

Not even she was left alone in Ludendorff with her mother.

Blake decided to walk through the park, hoping to clear her mind after she was finish crying out her anger problems until she noticed someone lying down in the grass.

Michael.

He was wearing a white tank top and blue and white striped boxers. She immediately ran towards his unconscious form and tries to wake him up.

But alas she couldn't.

She tries picking him up, hoping that she can carry him towards his car, but she was having a hard time carrying him due to his weight.

"God damn, Uncle M," Blake said straining herself as she tries to lifted up her uncle. "You should really lose the weight. All that whiskey you be drinking is giving you love handles,"

"Jimmy, you fuckin' little shit,"

"I knew it was him," Blake exclaimed.

"Blake, is that-" Michael said before his stomach started to turn as he threw up on Blake's shoulder. It was warm going down her black school uniform polo shirt, as she let go of him, making him fallen to the ground.

"Ahhh!" Blake screamed. "You puked on me. You puked on me!"

The car ride back to the De Santa's house was quiet as Blake drove her uncle's Obey Tailgater to Rockford Hills. Michael was amazed that Blake knew how to drive his car, without bumping into anything.

Michael decided to break the silence with a question to ask his niece.

"Since, when you learn how to drive?" Michael asked.

Blake didn't know to answer that question, so she tries to evade it.

"I learned from a friend," Blake replied, not taking her eyes off the road. "Uncle Michael, there's something that I done wrong and-"

"Blake, I have a question for you," Michael said, cutting his niece off.

"Yeah," Blake sighed.

"We're you looking for me?"

"Yeah, I was," Blake replied. "You left me at school and I came home alone. And I found the car in the driveway, so I decided to find you. My Daddy always tells me to never leave a family member behind, even it's either a fucked up or shitty situation,"

"Well, Carter's right, Blake," Michael chuckled a little.

Once Blake parked Michael's Obey Tailgater, they climbed out of the car as they went inside the house. Blake ignored her uncle as he was calling for everyone, while she climbed up the stairs and into her bedroom.

She slowly taken off her school uniform as she place it into her laundry basket. She changed into a black tank top, with blue jean shorts and long knee length black socks.

She stayed up in her room until she can hear her Uncle Michael climbing up the stairs, and heading towards her bedroom door. He knocked on the door before entering to see Blake on the bed sitting down, indian style.

Blake looked frightened as Michael had a piece of paper in his right hand.

"They left," Michael finally said. "Amanda and the kids left,"

"Oh, no," Blake stood up for her bed and walk towards her uncle, standing in front of him. "Uncle Michael,"

"I messed up really bad, Blake," Michael said, not looking at her turquoise blue eyes.

Blake gave him a hug as he was surprised. "You didn't mess up, Uncle Michael. You have me. I stayed behind to find you. I care about you. You're my favorite uncle,"

Michael hugged her back. "And you're my favorite niece, Blake,"

In the inside of Blake's mind, she knew it was wrong for attacking her own family. But, she decided to keep this lie no matter what. She cared about her Uncle Michael now. And Michael appreciates how Blake stayed by his side, still living here with him.

One day, this side of Blake will be revealed to him soon.

How was Michael going to react when Blake bit down on her aunt's wrist and beat up Jimmy for lying and stealing his father's car? Will he forgive her? Or something bad will happen to her? Like her being banned from the house. Or maybe even worse.

What matters now… Is Blake and Michael were the only people left living in this house in Rockford Hills.

As Michael hugged her close, Blake had an evil smirk on her lips and she was laughing on the inside.

Wow, I just did a chappie update yesterday and now I just did another one! Am I awesome? :D

Oooooo, does anyone like or dislike this new side of Blake? She wanted her Uncle Michael all to herself, since he cared about her.

Will Blake reveal the truth to Michael of what happened earlier when she got home from school by herself?

Help! What mission should I do next? Three's Company or By The Book?